Monday, October 26, 2015

EXTRAORDINARY PHOTOS FROM A 1972 ROTHSCHILD SURREALIST DINNER PARTY

There have been few dinners parties quite like it.

It's December 12 1972, the night at which Marie-Hélène de Rothschild held her famous Surrealist Ball at Ferrières. As you can probably guess by her surname, she was a member of the ultra-wealthy Rothschild banking family. Few made the guest-list but if you did, it was the ultimate seal of approval from Parisian high-society.
The requirements for the evening were "Black tie, long dresses & Surrealists heads" nothing more, nothing less. In keeping with the theme, the invitation which she sent was actually written backwards - to read the invite you had to hold it up to a mirror.
Now when money is no object, the only limit is ones imagination and it's fair to say that Marie-Hélène certainly had plenty in supply. Firstly she insisted the iconic Château where the party was to be housed, be floodlight with sweeping amber lights, designed to create the illusion the building was on fire. Once instead, she made sure the entire staircase was filled with servants and footmen dressed as cats - all in various poses of sleep.
And once you'd overcome that initial shock, guests were then forced to enter a hellish labyrinthine maze - where should you get lost, one of the "cats" would rescue you and whisk you away where you'd be formally greeted by Marie-Hélène herself. On this particular night, she was wearing an enormous giant's head that was crying tears of diamonds.
Naturally.
Even the great Salvador Dali was in attendance that evening, no doubt being bewitching and entertaining in equal amounts. This is just an account from just one of her parties - she had many. But whatever the date, whomever attended, she was meticulous in planning every finite detail, making sure each gathering was an intriguing (and clearly intoxicating) blend of art, literature, haute couture and dance. Below you will find pictures of the spectacle. Let me know what you think in the comments down below. Enjoy!
Wish you'd been invited now

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

A Poem For The Masses


October From Afar

By: Rodolfo Perez

 

I breathe the cold October air,

The wind picks up not only the fallen leaves around me,

But my spirit;

And the color orange makes its way into my brain, and

I’m

Paralyzed.

I watch over the beautiful, dead leaves,

Their buttery hues, with the auburn tips that are like the autumn’s rose

The armies of the crisp, dead leaves cover the cracked streets,

As well as the faded rooftops

And for a moment,

Just a moment,

It looks beautiful.

Friday, October 2, 2015

BIG ANNOUNCEMENT


Hello everyone and welcome to Me Talking. I wanted to make this post just to give you guys some good news and some bad news. The bad news is that this year in school is a stressful time for any student who is trying to get into a university or get scholarships. Now, someone trying to get into a higher form of education is not the bad news. The bad news is that in order to do that, I have to hold off on a few things for right now. I’m struggling with my pre-calc class and while I’m not blaming the blog or blaming the film, I am blaming myself for not being able to understand some of these mathematical concepts. With that being said, I’m going to have to switch around a few things schedule wise. I will basically try to do editing every weekend, while supplying you guys with two posts a week. I am very sorry to say this, I feel like I’m abandoning you guys. With a huge cut to my editing time, the film may not get done on time. Now that’s the bad news. The good news is that you guys will still be getting your first look into the film in November so stay tuned for that. I know each one of you understands how difficult it can be trying to balance out priorities, and in this case my top priority is Pre-calculus. Thank you guys for understanding, and I know I’ll make it up to you in the future.

-Rodolfo Perez



 

Side note: The editing is going great so far. It’s such a great process!

 

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